The cross He bore was huge
While this is small
The cross He bore was rough
While this is smooth
The cross He bore took all
His love to prove
My little cross takes little
Strength to move.
His ev’ry moment
Pulled Him to that place
Where Sin and Love and nails
Met Heaven’s Grace.
Now let me,
Though the cross I hold
Is small,
Be brought in thought
To Him
Whose cross was tall.
Gwennon,
February 9, 2021
The poem is actually for a little wooden cross I couldn’t resist at the Bible bookstore. I bought others for this year’s Christmas, and I wanted a poem to include with them. This morning, God graciously provided the words.
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